Key: C minor•
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[Grisly voice]
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it gets so deep right under the Garden
Blocc...
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I'm back up this mothafucka...
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the mothafuckin' words
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from the dead man, yeah...
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Hung]
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And when I pack me a gun and,
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oh, when I was young
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niggas with a ?????
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my bullet weights a ton
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the valley of the slum
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Tha cannibalistic nigga that got
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mothafuckas on the run
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but Lynch is not the one
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I'm not done that soon
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Bitches, they come but not like the rest,
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cess, dealin' with the stress,
killin' off the less...
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Fortunate but they trip when
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my nine gets sick
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back off my dick
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shit
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I empty clips, drinkin',
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it's the Season Of The Sicc
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And kill that infint, so what is my intent?
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livin' life ain't shit
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I guess it gets real sick and eatin' bloody
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devil in his mouth
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And I admit: my brain is kinda sick
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I'm chewin' up all the evidence
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I killed to cure my fit,
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Bitin' to the skin rips,
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[Grisly voice]
Yeah, do ya want to know what
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That Siccness is when ya hug ya mama
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dick...
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shit...
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Sicc came from...
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[Brotha Lynch Hung]
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dead pussy
clit I make ya sick
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But it's the Season so my
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reason is legit
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I'm havin' fits,
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I dreamed of eatin' bloody pussy clit's since I was
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six
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I fiend for a dead pussy on dick,
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I gotta skits
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Meanin' I don't give a
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shit
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about ya biyatch
killin' up tha cog, so, nigga,
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shii- it
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ribs and guts and, ah,
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don't let me get too deep
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Fryin' baby nuts, sluts get ate out alike,
dank is what crooked teeth
heard
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I pull the Tampax- string
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out
and straight put in work
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And puttin' work without that
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sick,
so page a nigga quick
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So I can sell ya some of this
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shit and
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fuckin' bitches up the gut
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Season Of The Sicc, picture this:
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Pussy me rip in
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I guess they chewin' on tha clit, the sick,
they just don't understand
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it So I vanished,
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The human meat
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Outro 1
Livin' dead ever since...
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ChordsCm Ab Fm Eb
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